Genre: Hurt/Comfort, "Romance", Angst, Drama
Rating: M. Goes there in the last chapter.
Pairing: One-sided(?) Vol'jin/Thrall, mentions of Aggra/Thrall.
Chapters: 4 - Completed
Disclaimer: Characters in this piece of fiction belongs to Blizzard as well as does World of Warcraft and named places and stuff. Only the story is mine, and I don't get money for it.
A/N: *Takes a deep breath...*
Okay. First of all, English is not my native language, so I apologize for possible errors. I do have read this through many times, but some sentences may look odd for people who are better in English.
Second, this is the first fic I've published in English. Ever. I do have many Warcraft fanfics in progress, but I thought I'll publish this and see what people think of my writing style.
So, CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is very welcome.
Mm, about the story itself.
It does follow the situation in WoW quite closely. It takes place in later Cataclysm, when the Aspects and Thrall had obtained the Dragon Soul and destroyed Deathwing with assistance of a Horde raid. (Yes, in this story the Horde takes all the honor.)
WARNING.
If you are not aware of what has been happening in WoW recently, this may contain spoilers. (Spoilers of save Thrall-quest chain and the last cinematic scene on DS raid, for example.)
Vol'jin may be slightly OOC for some people's tastes. If you start to feel disgusted or somethinglikethatIdon'treallycare, go ahead leave this fic. I'm not keeping you here against your will.
As the history of Azeroth is about to turn another page, Vol'jin is not happy.
In general, things were going to get better for everyone: Deathwing is gone for good. The Aspects began to have their grip over Azeroth once again, mending the damage Aspect of Death had caused. That's not why he wasn't happy, though; Shadow Hunter was proud of his Darkspear heroes who assisted the Aspects and Thrall in the attack.
But Vol'jin was proudest of Thrall.
It was a very difficult quest - even for Thrall - to try to save Azeroth from almost certain doom. It required a very strong mind to deal with the pressure, and he did it. Of course he wasn't alone, and they would have been doomed without the help of Aspects and heroes, but the orc was as important as the others on this matter.
Thrall saved Azeroth. Vol'jin knows that, and it made him to adore the shaman even more.
Which was not good at all.
News of Deathwing being gone wasn't the only thing Vol'jin heard about the next day. He did know about Aggra. He did recognize their relationship was quite... close. Thrall had told him about her, and for instant, Shadow Hunter had hated her.
Because it is easier to hate the person who steals your mate from you.
What happened in Hyjal still haunted Vol'jin. It should have been him who saved Thrall, not her. He owed the ex-Warchief big time: he should have been there. And the visions she saw while saving him... They were worrying. Frightening, actually.
Did Thrall really share his future with that red-skin?
With their own children?
Clenching his fists, Vol'jin balanced his weight on his toes and sat down in front of the fire that was lit before him. Staring at hungry flames, he exhaled the rising smoke in his nostrils, breathing out slowly.
'We trolls mate for life', Chieftain reminded himself, closing his eyes. 'Orcs don't. I should have remembered it before I fell for him.'
Though, he knew it was too late to say it now. He had known for a long time that Thrall is his soulmate, but apparently it's not other way around.
Loas are bitches.
With a deep sigh, he kept staring at the fire. Other trolls in the house have been aware of their Chieftain sigh occasionally, but none of them dared to ask him about it. The answer they could get out from Vol'jin was "nothing" or irritated "don't you have anything else to do?". Their attempts to make their leader speak have been in vain earlier, why should the situation be any different now?
Vanira and Zen'tabra peered at their Chieftain for a minute, turning to glance at each other before walking out of the house.
"'s gone worse, ain't it?" the druid sighed, rubbing her neck. They walked down the road towards the training grounds to check the trainees.
"Ya. Ah wonder what is de problem. He won' tell us, won' he?" Vanira added sadly, peering at her friend. Green-haired woman only shrugged.
Once they were at training grounds, they stopped and watched the apprentices train.
Things were better after the naga attacks, so it couldn't be it. Vol'jin has led them to their home, and they prepare many potential soldiers for the Horde. It couldn't be Garrosh, because Vol'jin hadn't talked to him in a long time. And now even Deathwing being gone... Everything seems to be okay to them. So what is the problem?
Vol'jin let out a deep sigh.
It was his day off, and he spent it in his room, lying in his bed. Several animal pelts covered the open windows completely, making the room pitch-dark.
After the news, he hadn't contacted Thrall or answered his calls, even though he had tried to contact him many times during the week. Vol'jin had asked the trolls to tell everyone that he's away and wishes to be left in peace, even if it was for duty.
He was sure that others will not sink the whole island if he's away for a day.
He was aware of his silly behavior, but he couldn't help it. His brain have gone out of control: He couldn't stop thinking about Thrall in someone else's arms, a couple of little Thralls running in circles around their feet.
Though, the Chieftain of the Darkspear Tribe was certain he chose the wrong way to deal with the situation.
Thrall was never his. And he is not Thrall's in a way he would like to be.
They are brothers. They are supposed to be supporting each other, but what Vol'jin is doing right now?
Once again, Chieftain felt angry. So angry for not standing by his Warchief's side at the time of joy and happiness. Instead, he keeps himself in the darkness, weeping after something that didn't exist.
"What a pathetic Chiefta'n I am..." Shadow Hunter murmured, clenching the sheets in his hands.
This situation made him weak, and he hated himself for it.
'Now it stops', he decided. 'I will stop acting like a fool and focus on things at hand – even those Thrall has for me.'
Sighing, he pulled himself out of the bed, dressing fully before leaving the room. Lazily stretching his arms, Vol'jin stepped out of his room, walking down the stairs.
"'m sorry, Warchief, he be still away."
He stopped in the middle of the stairs, taking a sneak peek downstairs. The fire was on, and Vanira was talking to Thrall through it.
Now it's time to move on, he reminded himself. His body still hesitated.
He heard Thrall's voice demand a real explanation of his whereabouts, but Vanira explained calmly that it's his day off and insisted full peace.
'At least she tried', Vol'jin thought, before taking a deep breath and forcing his body forward. Taking slow steps, he made his way down the stairs and towards the fire.
Thrall's miserable expression quickly turned happier as he saw him.
"Vol'jin!" Warchief exclaimed, and the Chieftain pulled a fake smile on his lips, dismissing Vanira with a nod before turning to his brother.
"Brother. How are things?" He asked politely.
"Just great, I have so much to tell you!"
"'s good." Vol'jin answered, balancing his weight on his toes and sitting down. "Do tell me."
Thrall smirked. "I was hoping I could tell you face to face. Are you still busy on your "field trips" and whatever reasons your people have told me this week?"
Vol'jin looked at his flaming eyes in the fire. Why he has to do this? Even though he had decided that his awkward behavior stops now, he didn't want to meet his Warchief yet. It would be easier to just listen to him and look at his face through the fire.
His brain went completely blank, and he muttered something what happened to pop in his head first.
"Da naga be furious, yes..." He told him slowly, biting his tongue. Why did he even say that? A simple nod would have been more believable than "the nagas are furious?" He wanted to smack himself in the head.
And the urge to hurt himself increased as he watched Thrall narrow his eyes.
Uncomfortable silence lingered between the two leaders. The troll tried to look as serious as possible; maybe Thrall would believe him.
It seemed that his hopes were in vain. He almost heard the Warchief's brain gears turn: His eyes were locked on his face, looking for a hint of a lie.
Feeling nervous, Vol'jin turned his gaze away from the orc, flipping his long, unstylized hair to his chest, leaving his fingers to play with decorations he had on his hair.
"Brother, what's going on?" He asked. His tone was gentle but demanding; one of the things Vol'jin adored so in Thrall. He is able to speak in a way that would make even an enemy to confess his crimes against the Horde without feeling pressured.
Still, Vol'jin was able to resist that skill of his this time.
"Nothin'. I'm jus' tired." He told him. During these weeks, it was very hard to lie to his Warchief. But for the sake of their friendship, that was all he could do until things settled down.
Thrall studied his face. Vol'jin stared back, his expression serious.
After a long silence, Thrall breathed in. "I'm coming there."
Vol'jin blinked once, twice. That was the least (and the most) wanted thing he could think of right now. "What?"
"You heard me."
"B-but you still be in Northrend?"
"Actually no. I arrived here in Orgrimmar in the morning. I would have told you earlier if you weren't so... "busy"." There was a weird pause before the Warchief said the last word, and Shadow Hunter gulped. He knew the orc didn't believe him or his trolls anymore.
He was in a big trouble.
Sighing, he waved his hand as a sign of defeat. He couldn't say no to the ex-Warchief. "C'mon then, you are free to enter our land anytime."
Thrall smiled. Oddly. "I will be there in one hour. Please, find us a place where we can talk... privately."
Vol'jin closed his eyes, breathing out a simple "Yes". He heard the fire go off, but still he stood there, letting the smoke fill his nostrils.
Did he really deserve this?
A/N2: Vol'jin and his fabulous hairflip.
The last chapter will be up as soon as I see if this is a failure or not.
One thing I want to explain. Some people may find it odd that in my describes I call Thrall ex-Warchief, and in speech lines someone calls him Warchief. "IS HE A WARCHIEF OR NOT QQ"-question may pop into your head, so I'll just say this: Vol'jin doesn't accept Garrosh as his Warchief, it's still Thrall who he obeys whole-heartedly. So does the other trolls, because their Chieftain does it.
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